On Tuesday, I had intended to begin the campaign season with a new Election Connection, and if I do, it will be links to Act Blue, Vote Save America, and the Kamala Harris campaign. (Any money that continues to go into Joe Biden’s official campaign account can be and will be transferred to Vice President Harris, so don’t stop donating.)
It’s currently Sunday afternoon, and when I first saw the news, I didn’t believe it. I went from room to room to chair to TV remote with my mantra, thisisbullshitthisisbullshitthisisbullshit, and apparently it’s not bullshit. That doesn’t make it okay. That doesn’t make me okay. I thought I might pass out.
I’m still shaking.
It’s 2:40 and the pity party is over. I don’t want to hear about proxies. I don’t want to hear about Republican unity candidates. I don’t want to hear about a contested convention.
THERE WILL BE NONE OF THAT.
Do you hear me? NONE.
Kamala Harris has been the Vice President for four years, she is on the ticket,
and she will make a superb President on January 20, 2025.
We have 103 days to get this right.
Vote like my life depends on it. And my daughter’s.
Because it does.




